Maslakhat’s response was everything she had expected and more. While she was hoping that her neighbour would see sense and give the leadership over Atlantis to her without any trouble; Keyik was aware that the opposite of her hopes was highly likely. Just as Maslakhat might assume, Keyik was not built for fighting. Her perlino coat was, as yet, still untarnished by the teeth or hooves of her rivals. She strong in mind and capable fighting wars with her words. She was also strong enough to have others fight the physical battles for her.

In the event that her neighbour does not relinquish Atlantis’ rule to her, Keyik had planned to put her faith in Wolpetinger to fight for it. Convincing the champagne mare would be a difficult, though not completely impossible, task. It was a pleasant surprise that Maslakhat would then offer his aid instead, releasing her from the burden of having to convince her stubborn and sceptical companion.

She considered the offer for a moment, her gaze sweeping over the expanse of the beach that still unfolded before them. ”You would do that?” she said, not really questioning him. She knew that he would not make such an offer if he did not mean it seriously. Her blue eyes settled back on him, a coy smile finding her lips as she pictured him fighting for her; for what she wanted. They could be quite the pair. ”I would like that” she conceded, ”If it comes to that.” While the thought of him fighting for her was an exciting one, she would rather prove that she could handle these things using just her wiles.